By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Three: “A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed”
I took a cab to 14th Street and decided to walk the rest of the way home. I … Continue reading→
By Hannah Larrabee
I felt alone the same day
Anthony Shadid died
on horseback, his clenched lungs
echoed now in the broken wombs
of cities
crumbled stone
bonework and ash
it is a faraway ache like a dream
think of how comfortably we … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Two: “House of Spirits”
As I dressed, I thought it odd, a famous medium, who must have had dozens of people clamoring to see her, granted me … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter One:“Ivy Sings the Blues”
New York City, 1928
I poured a second cup of java and glanced out the tall windows of my third-floor walkup on St. Luke’s Place. Below people rushed to work. The sound … Continue reading→
Disgrace
By TS Hidalgo
Violentos ángeles de Caravaggio
(unos locos y, contra Lucy Lurie, su arrebato apabullante:
silencio austero sobre el lomo arqueado del relámpago);
interpretación muy sui géneris, acaso lisérgica,
de la Gracia:
han empleado su fuerza para someterla.
Bienvenidos a la pantallaborrosa de un cine X.
Un … Continue reading→